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Jan 2019
creeping silently
in the dead of night
shadowy beings
fill your sight
you run as fast as you can
your lungs burn
something inside of you clicks into place
and in the distance, within the fog
there’s a ghostly face
and you realise how you’ve been asleep for months
it’s all in your mind
they said
well how do you expect me to go on
when all i’ve been
is blind?
Written by
peaceloveempathy
180
     --- and Em MacKenzie
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